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[Thoryne Reaucher]

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It was an odd ritual to watch the little red-headed child. Displayed before her were copious amounts of stuffed bears. They were all green, they were all Jelly Bears...

Jelly Bears were a special breed and now that the very first Jelly Bear had returned, it was a wild occasion of celebration. You see, it was time for all the Jelly Bears to find peace.

Peace.. Death, Jelly Bear on his head. His head...dying Jelly Bears.

These are the words the small girl mumbled over and over. A dark pall upon this house.

They all had presents! Gorgeous presents! Boxes in front of each Jelly Bear. Open your present Mister Jelly Bear!Open it ! They have brought you your present! Repetive Motion. No time for eating, sleeping, no time for silly things. It was time for presents!

The presents were open... How did she get those weapons? Where had she unearthed them from.. ah well no matter.

All the Jelly bears were dying.. thier heads were coming off. The bone cleaver cut right thru ripping and tearing and fluff was going everywhere. Like blood it clung to her.

Their dead eyes stared up, their disembodied heads rolling about...We can't have that.

An Idea dawned. I know what we will do with all these heads... I know I know I know I know... She laughed with glee as she shoved each head into a box. Yes they went right back into those present boxes. Gifts! Gifts for everyone! What a sweet girl, what a kind girl....How thoughtful. Presents for mommy!

You could hear Ciara mumble in the background, her potions worn off love, I will have to give it to her again. Shes not dealing well with this at all.

Yet that was just a dream that wasnt real, they were looking for the little kids who lost their father. Not her, not Thoryne, her daddy was on Vacation.

She clutched the first Jelly Bear to her, oddly his head not removed like the others. As the needle went into her arm and she fell sleeping on the floor. Sadly they moved her once more back to the bed.
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A Thoryne in her Side...

[Ciara Devir]

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Ciara woke up from her post inside the room, seeing Thoryne thrashing on the floor. An unusual amount of stuffies had accumulated around her, including the Josh's. Throyne's hands were slashing at them, grabbing their heads, and dropping them on her lap. It was a horrific sight to see, even for Ciara. Thoryne kept her motions going as Ciara moved in, rescuing the one stuffy and saw that, curiously, the original Jelly bear was still in tact, sitting next to her. Setting the stuffy on the bed, next to Josh, she went upstairs to grab a needle and potion bottle. Attaching the specially made needle to the potion, she ran back downstairs. Zerin gave her a sleepy, confused look.

Ciara gave a slight frown as she approached Thoryne, who laid on the floor, stuffing now clinging to her from the decapitated teddies. "Her potions worn off love, I will have to give it to her again. Shes not dealing well with this at all," she told Zerin, as she flicked the potion bottle, an unusual pressure back made of cork being pushed to get rid of the air. She watched the child clutch tightly to the original Jelly Bear, giving another whimper. Zerin nodded in understanding as she leaned forward, inserting the needle into the child's arm. She pushed the rest of the potion into the arm, before withdrawing the needle and watched the little girl fall asleep. Zerin leaned down, picking her up, and Ciara moved her to the bed, kissing her forehead as she pulled the covers up. She moved the monster away from her and checked on the other children, all of whom slept peacefully. Laying back down, she moved Zerin's arm around her and pretended to fall asleep, even as her eyes stayed on the tormented child, never wavering.

[Christopher Sherwood]

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Dreadful things whispered this hazy,grey air. Unspeakable, in that complete understanding was the space of breath out of reach.

Unspeakable, and yet not secret.

Christopher knew he did not belong here. Knew he was not invited. Not as such, but he heard her call as clearly as if they shared a room. He felt the warmth of her words as if spoken in close proximity.

He felt the urgency, the despondancy.

This was not like visitting the schoolroom, as he had done secretly for weeks now. And he would leave quickly if she told him to, or if she became angry at the intrusion. He knew to do this in the words, barely remembered, of his mother.

Here, there were rules to be followed without exception.

Viscous streaks of red, cadaverous, hollow eyes dotting the grey in sepulchral color, repetitive, and in profusion. The clash of sparse color in itself, well out of place. A lost mindscape decorated crazily, without care or abashment.

A portrait of hard memory that threatened to proliferate. To take seed, and twist anything that could, or would, oneday occupy the same intangible space. A tangled garden of unresolved misery, and pain.

Cleaner.

Brighter.

Truer here than when he had seen her before, she sat alone in this gloom, heedless to her played part in the hurts, and sorrows sprouting about her. Surrounded by what she saw, what she made of it, what she felt.

The silent engine which drove this spiral on...and on.

"Thoryne," she whispered without looking up, dead blooms of memory before her.

"Christopher," he replied quietly, and stood where he was, watching her closely and the horrible damage she gave life to.

Without pause.

Out of place, alone, he offered only a smile...years beyond the scant five he held...but pure.

[Thoryne Reaucher]

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The agony of grey gave way to the anger of white.

The monsters took shape and danced around her. Danced viciously and she was alone.

In the circle of despair there was nothing. Emptiness.

He who understood was gone and would never smile upon her again.

She reached out for her fathers hand and found another.

She looked for her fathers smile and found a new one.

Shock filled her strange and new yet she did not let go of it.

This is my nightmare, go away.. Yet her hand gripped his more tightly.

Leave me here to die so I can be with Papa... Yet she rose and moved away from the greyness.

Her thoughts became ordered again.

He was with her, she could hear him breathing. Or was that her?

Stay with me..Take me home.
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A Thoryne in her Side...